Jan. Week 3: Friday-Leah Swallows Mr. Bill's Load (Luck:-30)

He came with a grunt, sudden and mean, not even warning her.

But she swallowed every drop and choked it back, refusing to let even a drop escape. She clenched her teeth around the hot, bitter fluid, nose wrinkling at the taste—like bleach and old pennies (what the hell did he even eat to cause that taste)—then swallowed it hard. She hadn’t missed a drop.

“Damn, girl,” Mr. Bill exhaled, tucking himself away with the smug satisfaction of a man who had just closed a hell of a deal at the used car lot. “You do that better’n anyone I know.”

Leah rose unsteadily, jaw aching and throat raw, and fixed him the blankest stare she could manage. She didn’t want him to see the disgust, the humiliation, or even the rage. She was afraid if she let any of it show, he’d only feed on it.

“We are done here,” she said with a groan of disgust. She needed to wash her mouth out, needed to erase the memory and the taste—needed, above all, to get out of this damn closet before she threw up or started crying or both.

“For now, Miss Leah. But you know I mightn’ be hungry come Tuesday. You keep that in mind, hear?” Mr. Bill grinned, wide and white, and leaned close enough for her to feel the heat off his skin before she moved away and shuddered as she moved past him and headed back to her classroom… At least there was no evidence of their taboo tryst and it hadn’t taken long enough to draw suspicion.